Run Date: 30th March 2015
Hare: Prick
Venue: From under the south end of the Ron Camm bridge near the carpark and walkway..
Hashers: 22
On a stormy looking evening a motley group of hashers gathered on the dark and swampy side of the river,” No amount of walkways and paths built by council will ever improve this side of town.”
In a magnanimous gesture of good will and charity, a apprentice saint from the enlightened side has bravely ventured into the wilds of bouganville to try, for a few hours at least, to bring some peace and tranquillity to this troubled region.
SHUT UP SMEGMA
In tune with the confused psychic of these southern soles the enlightened hare wisely set a false trail, first up, so that they would have to return to start, where they were pointed in the right direction. Not given a choice, it saved confusion. By this time there was a reasonable mix of light and dark side hashers so the locals could be guided out of the false trails and dead ends. Although it must be said that the primeval cunning of the wisest of the locals came in handy in avoiding the darkest areas and other dangers.
We were also fortunate that the largest and loudest of the dark side’s protagonists decided that he would do his own trail which was a straight line to a point then straight back again. He was heard muttering something about a bad hip. It’s probably gout. (See paragraph 3)
Finally at almost exactly the one hour mark, all had returned to the esky. Except for the usual short cutters who arrived earlier.
The circle followed with the hare and others receiving the usual down downs. There was also a virgin runner and two visitors who also partook in the downing of amber liquid. There was one hasher who actually owned up to stupidity and nominated himself for a down down, and was voted most worthy ( see paragraph 5 ) Then the dark side weather struck and it pissed down, circle was closed without song and wimps ran for cover.
At this point we witnessed what must be some sort of dark side ritual. The table was picked up, with food, and rushed over under the Ron Camm bridge. What this was for I have no idea, but I have seen something similar on a Dolmio add. When they realised that the table was no were the esky they brought it back again. Weird !
Another strange event took place, when the table was being returned the locals rushed around telling everyone to hide their drinks because the police were coming and we were not allowed to drink in a public place. But it was only Drip Tray and Cummalot wearing their hi vis work raincoats. Strange!
The Nosh was good and we all survived the night. With the evening almost over and the beer running low we quietly packed up, crossed over the bridge back to the enlightened side.
On On
Nicka Licker
